1.15.2007

Connecticut Dawning

I take the dirt road out of town, through woods and fog, past stone walls half-hidden, slowly overtaken by brambles and moss. Mist hangs in the air around me, obscuring the definitions of things so that they are felt more than seen. Colors are soft and muted; silver-blue sky blends delicately into a silvery-green meadow, silver-barked trees look leafless and glowing, semi-obscured by the mist. The mist rises from the earth and settles in from above - one can't tell from which direction it originates, only that it meets everywhere and everything becomes part of everything else.

About Me

After a stint in San Fran, I decided to move back to New York City; 'why not get there by Vespa,' I thought. Once I got to NYC, the country had put its spell on me, and I promptly moved to Wyoming instead. You can also find me at The Daily Coyote and Honey Rock Dawn.

Vespa Vagabond

Joy, freedom, faith.... sometimes these essentials gray out, fade, in the rush of society, normalcy, shoulds. For two months I lived outside of all that, lived fully immersed in the thrill, the ecstasy, the unknown. And it was divine. This site recounts the ride - August 1st to October 1st 2005 - and all that I thought and saw and did.